Tens of thousands of human troops surrounded the crude sacrificial temple on the wasteland. Everything around it had already been torn down, leaving only the statue representing the deity standing where it was.
The murderous aura born of slaughter filled the sky. These were merely mortal troops, yet after being tempered by the bloodshed of war, many elites had gradually emerged among them.
Unfortunately, this was a world of the extraordinary.
Several paths opened through the army, and the Stag Legion slowly emerged. Their warhorses trod upon the ground with crisp sounds—the wild grass beneath their hooves had frozen, then shattered.
An extraordinary legion displayed extraordinary prowess. The mortals on both sides watched the approaching army with blazing eyes, then lowered their heads in reverence as it drew near.
Only when they reached the very front did the Stag Legion halt. Gaps had appeared in their heavy equipment after the continuous slaughter. Brandt extended his hand, and an attendant placed a spear in it. He slowly raised it, feeling its metallic texture and weight in his grip, then hurled it at the enormous statue of the deity with all his strength.
Legendary power flooded the spear, yet it only sank less than half a meter into the statue. It lodged there, but dense cracks began spreading across the statue's entire body from the spear.
Boom!!!
The massive statue collapsed with a crash. Broken stone fell away, but the deity was exposed before everyone.
Chi searched for something to eat, but even after opening those several gaping maws, it caught nothing.
"Your believers are all dead. No souls remain to provide you with faith."
Brandt's voice carried through the air. The writhing mass of light turned toward him. The next moment, the deity's fury became a wild gale that blew in